The shriek reached her ears was akin to the finest music as far as Elladora was concerned – here was proof positive that Ursula, and the child inside her presumably, was hale and hearty, and in no immediate danger of expiring from this life. It was a rather dramatic means of achieving her desired reassurance but beggar’s could not be choosers when a sleeping draught was working it’s magic.
Of course it now left her in the unfortunate position of having to explain her uncharacteristically irrational moment to a rudely awoken Ursula. Should she admit to having shared the same nightmare? It had seemed chillingly real but Elladora was determined to believe her mind had conjured up the possibility simply because Ursula had sown the seeds and she certainly didn’t wish to fan the flames. But what other excuse could she give?
“You weren’t waking up,” she said by way of explanation, eyes drawn inexorably to where Ursula’s sodden nightdress pressed against her arm, sharing the chill and making it known that certain parts of Ursula were very much aware of how cold the water was. She coughed and tried not to blush. “I was concerned the draught had taken hold of you.”
fabulous set by Lady <3